You Can't Beat Me And My Prayers!

Tea Cake, The Son Of The Evening Sun, Had To Die For Loving Her.

I Do Not Share The Gloomy Thought That Negroes In America Are Doomed To Be Stomped Out Bodaciously, Nor Even Shackled To The Bottom Of Things. Of Course Some Of Them Will Be Tromped Out, And Some Will Always Be At The Bottom, Keeping Company With Other Bottom-folks.

If You Kin See De Light At Daybreak, You Don't Keer If You Die At Dusk. It's So Many People Never Seen De Light At All.

My Head Was Full Of Misty Fumes Of Doubt.

I Been Through Living For Years. I Just Ain't Dead Yet.